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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 68
A Life In The Shadows, But I Have No Regrets
As a teen I was lonely. My parents never got along and during my teen years they yelled and argued a lot. I stayed in my room. A friend at school loaned me a porn magazine, pretty forbidden stuff. It was a queer magazine. Everything I guess was photographed to be normal, no erections, or sex, just men who were naked. It didn't matter, I masturbated looking at the pictures. I liked this one picture of a man with dark hair and curls, and I liked how his penis looked. I wanted to suck it, and I pretended to suck his penis when I masturbated.
My father decided that we needed to build a new bathroom, since I was already a teenager the one bathroom was a problem. This man came and I would talk to him and watch him work. After he hooked up the toilet he told me it was in working order and to go ahead and give it a try. It was the first time I took my penis out on purpose in front of someone and he told me I had a real nice penis, the type of penis that made some men cry. He held the head with three fingers, admiring it and moved close to me and put my penis in his mouth and he held my head with his lips and used his tongue to circle it, flicking my pee hole. As my penis got hard he held it with his hand.
He showed me his penis, he undid his pants and zipped then down so his penis was totally exposed and had me touch it and put the head of his penis in my mouth and he told me run my tongue all over it. His penis got hard and he told me to hold it and jerk him off. He came in my mouth and my face and laughed at me and told me I was very talented. It was a few days later that he fucked me on my bed. From then when I masturbated I lived that over and over again and always reached orgasm. I played with my cum, and tasted it. What I wanted more than anything was to suck another man and to get fucked again.
But living where we did the opportunity never presented itself again. I was drafted into the army and although I was surrounded by other men I didn't get turned on by them and went off to Viet Nam, did my time there and returned, went to college and got on with my life. When I needed to masturbate, it was back to that one time, I relived it vividly and always came. I never dated any woman, my only sexual experience had been with the man building my parent's bathroom.
When I was 35 I moved to Chicago with a job and lived in a fourth floor walk up. It was a nice enough place, mostly professionals. Down the street from the building was a store that sold cigars and pipes and other materials for smokers. An older dark man stood at the door smiling to anyone and everyone that walked by. Men walked in and he attended to them, buying cigars and pipes. I suppose he sold cigarettes, but his place sold cigars. On one of my walks he stopped me and invited me in. I told him I didn't smoke but he convinced me to come in and look around.
He was one of those immigrants from the Middle East,, he had an enormous fat hairy cock, when he pulled his foreskin back his bright red head just begged to be sucked. He lived in the back of the store and had a small bed, and he fucked me on that bed. He closed the shop at eight and sometimes we went to this Middle Eastern place to eat and other times we ate what he cooked and I got naked for him, he sucked my penis and I sucked him and we always ended up with him on top fucking me. When he fucked me I liked for him to kiss me, I grabbed his neck and kissed his mouth. I can't say if I was in love or in lust. But it didn't matter.
I knew I was gay, it was obvious. After many months the novelty came to an end, there was nothing other than sex and I stopped going down the street and kept to myself. I met a man at work, he was fifty three and I was 37 and he had a predilection, he liked to fuck men. And he and I became friends and I had my second full time sexual partner. It was with him that I officially met other gay men, and we went to gay parties. At one of those parties I met a man who had come to our offices, he worked for a local bank. Many were men who worked construction and other macho stuff. There were fairies, and toy boy types. And the proverbial antique furniture salesman.
We were a steady couple, didn't mess around, we kept our private lives private. There may have been speculation but if it was it never got out or became a problem. We stayed together 22 years, until he got stomach cancer and passed away. I live in retirement in Tampa and own a couple of units to rent plus the one I live in. I suppose I am well off, I had a long stable career and we watched our spending. I meet men who are not so lucky, but I've been warned and I keep it in mind, many of them are looking for a ride. My current good friend runs a small marina. He is a big manly man, and loves to have his cock sucked and I'm good at that.
My father decided that we needed to build a new bathroom, since I was already a teenager the one bathroom was a problem. This man came and I would talk to him and watch him work. After he hooked up the toilet he told me it was in working order and to go ahead and give it a try. It was the first time I took my penis out on purpose in front of someone and he told me I had a real nice penis, the type of penis that made some men cry. He held the head with three fingers, admiring it and moved close to me and put my penis in his mouth and he held my head with his lips and used his tongue to circle it, flicking my pee hole. As my penis got hard he held it with his hand.
He showed me his penis, he undid his pants and zipped then down so his penis was totally exposed and had me touch it and put the head of his penis in my mouth and he told me run my tongue all over it. His penis got hard and he told me to hold it and jerk him off. He came in my mouth and my face and laughed at me and told me I was very talented. It was a few days later that he fucked me on my bed. From then when I masturbated I lived that over and over again and always reached orgasm. I played with my cum, and tasted it. What I wanted more than anything was to suck another man and to get fucked again.
But living where we did the opportunity never presented itself again. I was drafted into the army and although I was surrounded by other men I didn't get turned on by them and went off to Viet Nam, did my time there and returned, went to college and got on with my life. When I needed to masturbate, it was back to that one time, I relived it vividly and always came. I never dated any woman, my only sexual experience had been with the man building my parent's bathroom.
When I was 35 I moved to Chicago with a job and lived in a fourth floor walk up. It was a nice enough place, mostly professionals. Down the street from the building was a store that sold cigars and pipes and other materials for smokers. An older dark man stood at the door smiling to anyone and everyone that walked by. Men walked in and he attended to them, buying cigars and pipes. I suppose he sold cigarettes, but his place sold cigars. On one of my walks he stopped me and invited me in. I told him I didn't smoke but he convinced me to come in and look around.
He was one of those immigrants from the Middle East,, he had an enormous fat hairy cock, when he pulled his foreskin back his bright red head just begged to be sucked. He lived in the back of the store and had a small bed, and he fucked me on that bed. He closed the shop at eight and sometimes we went to this Middle Eastern place to eat and other times we ate what he cooked and I got naked for him, he sucked my penis and I sucked him and we always ended up with him on top fucking me. When he fucked me I liked for him to kiss me, I grabbed his neck and kissed his mouth. I can't say if I was in love or in lust. But it didn't matter.
I knew I was gay, it was obvious. After many months the novelty came to an end, there was nothing other than sex and I stopped going down the street and kept to myself. I met a man at work, he was fifty three and I was 37 and he had a predilection, he liked to fuck men. And he and I became friends and I had my second full time sexual partner. It was with him that I officially met other gay men, and we went to gay parties. At one of those parties I met a man who had come to our offices, he worked for a local bank. Many were men who worked construction and other macho stuff. There were fairies, and toy boy types. And the proverbial antique furniture salesman.
We were a steady couple, didn't mess around, we kept our private lives private. There may have been speculation but if it was it never got out or became a problem. We stayed together 22 years, until he got stomach cancer and passed away. I live in retirement in Tampa and own a couple of units to rent plus the one I live in. I suppose I am well off, I had a long stable career and we watched our spending. I meet men who are not so lucky, but I've been warned and I keep it in mind, many of them are looking for a ride. My current good friend runs a small marina. He is a big manly man, and loves to have his cock sucked and I'm good at that.
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